Ok here is chapter nine and thank you so much everyone for all the awesome reviews. I will get chapter ten up in the morning. Thanks again I really appreciate them!

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Chapter 9

Sam's memory of the drive to the hospital was a blur as was carrying Dean inside. All he remembered was how limp Dean had felt in his arms and the trail of blood that followed him. The doctors and nurses had taken Dean into surgery at once not telling Sam how he was doing. A nurse had come out a while later and said something about critical and insisted that Sam get his own wounds looked at since they were trailing blood while he paced nervously around the waiting room.

An hour later had found Sam back in the waiting room with a bandaged leg, wrist and shoulder and a band aid covering the spot on his hand that the needle had gone through to give him antibiotics to help prevent infection.

He paced nervously despite being told to stay off his leg. A doctor came in a few minutes later and had told Sam that they had fixed some of the damage to Dean's body but he had flat lined twice during the surgery. The doctor told him that keeping Dean under any longer to fix the damage would kill him and there was nothing more they could do.

Sam sank weakly into a plastic chair at the news and held his head in his hands. 'No no no no no no this can't be happening! Please not now!'

After a couple more hours of relentless pleading had passed to see his brother Sam was allowed to enter Dean's recovery room. The sight of his brother being forced to breathe through a machine and the countless IV's and machines that he was hooked up to made Sam's heart sink low in his chest.

He sat down in a hard chair next to his brother's bed and picked up his hand squeezing it tightly in his own. He didn't say anything, he didn't know what to say but he knew that Dean would know he was there for him. No matter what.

Sam had been ushered out of the room a few hours later but managed to sneak back in and spend the night beside Dean's bed. He wouldn't leave his brother alone in some damn hospital room.

Over the next couple days Sam had managed to get into Dean's room as frequently as he could sneaking in after visiting hours and spending countless hours watching his brother for signs of improvement. It had finally happened Dean's condition had stabilized enough for the doctors to finish the surgery.

Sam glanced up at the clock in the waiting room. Dean had been in surgery for another two and half hours now. "What the hell is taking so long?" Sam muttered to no one in particular.

"Sam Winchester?"

Sam stood quickly and walked over to the smiling nurse. "How is he?"

"The surgery was a success your brother is going to be fine." Sarah beamed at the obviously very relieved young man before her.

"Really?"

"Yeah really."

"Can I go see him?"

"I don't see why not. He's in recovery room 6." Sarah said pointing down the hall to where the recovery rooms were.

Sam smiled briefly at the nurse before hurrying away down the hall to where his brother was.

Dean breathed in deeply never appreciating how good it felt until now. His abdomen no longer burned with every breath and he didn't feel as light headed as he had before. An annoying beeping echoed through the room filling his head with the noise and making his head pound. He opened his heavy eyelids and the first thing he saw was a bright light over his head. 'Where the hell am I?' He turned his head slightly noticing the peeling wallpaper that was common in most hospitals.

Dean turned his head again looking for Sam. He saw his baby brother in a hard plastic chair next to his bed his head resting on Dean's leg as he snored softly. Dean smiled and ran a hand through Sam's hair. "Wake up princess."

"Hmm…Dean?" Sam sat up groggily his unfocused eyes turning to Dean and suddenly he sat up wide-awake. "Dean! How are you feeling?"

"Like I had my guts torn out of me and then stuffed back in." Dean replied simply. "How about you? You look like crap."

"Nice thanks." Sam said his eyes scanning Dean's ashen face with determination.

"Dude don't look at me like that it's giving me the chills." Dean snapped but fixing Sam with the same look. He noted Sam's bulky shirt indicating bandaging on one of his shoulders and an arm but didn't say anything.

Sam noted Dean's gaze and shrugged stiffly. "Seriously Dean I'm fine. The bites weren't deep enough to do too much damage. You on the other hand…" Sam's voice trailed off as he looked to Dean's stomach which was currently covered by blankets.

"A little worse for wear but hey it's a dangerous gig. I drew the…"

"Don't!" Sam interrupted sharply fixing Dean with a death glare. Those words dragged up memories he would rather not think about.

"Geez Sammy a little on edge there?" Dean asked his eyebrows rising in surprise.

"Sorry." Sam said looking extremely uncomfortable as he shifted in his chair. "I'm just tired I haven't really slept too well for the last couple days."

"I see." Dean said swallowing thickly.

Sam stood and filled a glass with water, grabbed a straw and handed it to Dean. "Here you look parched."

Dean took the cup gratefully and let the cool liquid moisturize his dry throat. "So what happened to the bitch? Did I get her?"

"Yeah you got her. The manager heard the gunfire and went to investigate and found the wolf's body. He called the cops and they came and removed the wolf and dog bodies. The news last night said the wolf's body mysteriously disappeared and was replaced with local girl Melody Kingly. She had a gunshot wound to her chest; the bullet wound entry in the exact same spot as the wolf's. Cops don't understand and are looking for her killer and the wolf's body snatcher." Sam said smiling gently. "I wish them luck."

Dean smiled back and started to rise into a sitting position.

"Dean. Hey what are you doing? You just got out of surgery a few hours ago you don't want to tear your stitches." Sam said rising and placing a hand on Dean's shoulder holding him down in his bed.

"Sam I'm fine." Dean said straining against Sam's weight. "Let go."

"Nope not until you stop trying to sit up." Sam said his face set, telling Dean he wasn't going to relent.

Dean stopped struggling and relaxed. "How soon until I can get out of here?"

"I will talk to the doctor when he comes in to check on you. You should get some rest Dean." Sam said rising from his chair and picking up his jacket from the back of the chair. "I'm going to go back to the motel and grab a shower and pack a few things for you."

"Dude go grab a few hours of sleep. I'm fine." Dean said eyeing Sam's face with concern noting how Sam was a bit pale and had dark bags under his eyes.

"Dean…"

"Sam I'm not asking. Please, go get some sleep."

"Ok." Sam was too tired to argue with his brother. He walked slowly to the door glancing once more to look at Dean before opening the door. "Hey Dean."

"Yeah." Dean turned his head to look at Sam's slightly hunched form by the door.

"I'm glad your ok." Sam said smiling at his brother.

"Yeah you're not getting rid of me that easily bitch." Dean said smiling back.

"Jerk." Sam said stepping into the hall and closing the door behind him ending the conversation.